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sometimes i feel so empty
i fill up my days with distractions
what else is life for
i ask myself endlessly
what should i be doing with my empty time
the only time that has meaning is the time that's not mine
i can't think of anything else when the time is not mine
when the time is yours, i fill it up with thoughts of that and that alone
somehow that's easier than the time that's mine
the time that is somehow worthless
the time that is filled with distractions
to keep me thinking of the time that's yours
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Grace Genet-Allen
Neurodivergent weirdo with a passion for animal rights, education, and human welfare. I might not be consistent but I’m always trying something new.
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